#camlambton

[luciennepicou]

1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Food, family. Colored glass and cobblestones. Nico and my uncles and my pèr playing long into the night. Manman doing my hair. Beignets and chichory coffee in the morning. 

Koté. Home.

[josettethejester]

⍤ : Describe the sound of your muse’s voice. What is most distinctive about it?

“My voice, so I’ve heard, is rather deep for a woman. Maman said I cried the most of any baby she’d ever had, and that may have something to do with it. All that crying paid off, though! It’s hard to forget a voice as sultry as mine.”

[maeflcwers]

🍻 “if anything, what makes you hate a person?”

“It is... difficult to make me hate anyone, I will say that.” Maelie began, hesitant to come right out and say it, despite the alcohol in her system already. “A true lack of remorse, though... no concept of how your actions could hurt another person. Those are truly loathesome qualities, I believe.”

[maeflcwers]

🍻 “who hurt you?”

“I’m sure I could think up a long list of names, if I wanted to...” She trailed off, contemplating. There were certainly people that had done her wrong in the past, some of whom she didn’t even know the names. However, when it came down to it, she knew that there was only one person she could blame with a clear conscience. 

“Me, mostly.” None of it would have happened without what she saw as poor decisions. Kissing Odette in her home, running away to Paris, and not returning when things went wrong... followed by a series of other mistakes she often wished she could take back.

[maeflcwers]

🍻 “do you believe in true love, in any sense?”

With a fond smile, the blonde nodded once, her finger gently tracing the rim of her glass. “I do. Not true love in fairy tales, not love at first sight... just, love. Growing with a person, and working together, until... you know you will always love them.” She paused for just a moment, gaze staying exactly in the same place as her finger stopped on the edge of the glass. “It is rare, though. Or else, everyone would have it.”

[josettethejester]

🎠: if you had to describe your aesthetic, what would you describe it as?

“I’m a flapper, darling, but I’m a flapper who knows her way around a joke. That’s the best kind, if you ask me. So yes, funny flapper. It’s an aesthetic because I say so.” 

[josettethejester]

🌁: what’s your idea of horribleness?

"Running out of drink. Always manages to put a damper on my mood.”